| Down by the Salley Gardens
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| My love and I did meet
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| I passed the Salley Gardens
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| So gently on my feet
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| I bid him take life easy
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| As the leaves grow on the tree
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| But he being young and foolish
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| With me would not agree
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| In a field by the river
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| My love and I did stand
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| And on his leaning shoulder
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| I gently laid my head
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| I bid him take life easy
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| As the grass grows on the weirs
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| But he was young and foolish
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| And now he’s full of tears
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| Down by the Salley Gardens
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| My love and I did meet
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| I passed the Sally Gardens
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| So gently on my feet
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| I bid him take lif easy
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| As the leaves grow on the tree
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| But he being young and foolish
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| With me would not agree |